“She was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.”

She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.

She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.

She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.

Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.

When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.

The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.

She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.

Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.

Sometimes what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.

Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.

Love is free, and so is she, for she is love, so she has its key. Love is free, its you and its me, for love beams through, when we simply be.

What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.

It took her years to release the scars that covered her heart, and the final puzzle piece was realizing she’d been love from the start.

Why is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.

She sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.

Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.

The right hands will erase your aches for love builds more than it breaks.

My heart aches in corners I did not know existed.

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

All of this heartache is a war story.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

When the heart knows the reason for tears, it prepares to carry the ache for years.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.